What happy, secret fountain, Fair shade, or mountain, Whose undiscovered virgin glory Boasts it this day, though not in story, Was then thy dwelling? did some cloud Fixed to a tent, descend and shroud My distressed Lord? or did a star Beckoned by thee, though high and far, In sparkling smiles haste gladly down To lodge light, and increase her own? My dear, dear God! I do not know What lodged thee then, nor where, nor how; But I am sure, thou dost now come Oft to a narrow, homely room, Where thou too hast but the least part, My God, I mean @3my sinful heart@1. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE VOICE OF THE ANCIENT BARD, FR. SONGS OF EXPERIENCE by WILLIAM BLAKE THE GREAT LOVER by RUPERT BROOKE HEART AND MIND by EDITH SITWELL OEDIPUS AT COLONUS: OLD AGE by SOPHOCLES THE LEAPING POLL by WILLIAM HERVEY ALLEN JR. MOTHER AND CHILD (WAR VICTIMS) by EVELYN D. BANGAY |